| Song | (I Used To Want To Be A) Cowboy |
| Artist | Chris LeDoux |
| Album | Used To Want To Be A Cowboy |
| 作词 : Morrison, Whitworth | |
| I used to want to be a cowboy | |
| Spent my childhood dreamin' that | |
| Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
| And a big ten-gallon hat | |
| Chasin' outlaws, savin' ladies | |
| Bustin' broncs at rodeos | |
| Riding off into the sunset | |
| Like they do in picture shows | |
| I used to want to be a cowboy | |
| I dreamed about it until the day | |
| That a green-eyed Texas lady | |
| Smiled and stole my heart away | |
| Now I'm trackin' down a livin' | |
| And as far as I can see | |
| Right now I'm just as much a cowboy | |
| As I'm ever gonna be | |
| 'Cause my round-ups at a truck stop | |
| The trails a super slab | |
| I wear boots up in the saddle | |
| Of my eighteen wheelers cab | |
| Riding hell bent for the bunkhouse | |
| Just across the Georgia Line | |
| Where tonight, I'll see my lady | |
| And that little boy of mine | |
| And he wants to be a cowboy | |
| You know somehow I kind of expected that | |
| Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
| And a big ten-gallon hat | |
| And all my cowboy dreams are livin' | |
| In that little buckaroo | |
| Cowboys often end up daddies | |
| You know I'm really glad, they do | |
| And he wants to be a cowboy | |
| Just the way his daddy did | |
| When he's on his broomstick pony | |
| He's Hoppy, Roy and the Sisco Kid | |
| And he wants to be a cowboy | |
| Just the way his daddy did |
| zuò cí : Morrison, Whitworth | |
| I used to want to be a cowboy | |
| Spent my childhood dreamin' that | |
| Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
| And a big tengallon hat | |
| Chasin' outlaws, savin' ladies | |
| Bustin' broncs at rodeos | |
| Riding off into the sunset | |
| Like they do in picture shows | |
| I used to want to be a cowboy | |
| I dreamed about it until the day | |
| That a greeneyed Texas lady | |
| Smiled and stole my heart away | |
| Now I' m trackin' down a livin' | |
| And as far as I can see | |
| Right now I' m just as much a cowboy | |
| As I' m ever gonna be | |
| ' Cause my roundups at a truck stop | |
| The trails a super slab | |
| I wear boots up in the saddle | |
| Of my eighteen wheelers cab | |
| Riding hell bent for the bunkhouse | |
| Just across the Georgia Line | |
| Where tonight, I' ll see my lady | |
| And that little boy of mine | |
| And he wants to be a cowboy | |
| You know somehow I kind of expected that | |
| Wearing spurs and boots and six guns | |
| And a big tengallon hat | |
| And all my cowboy dreams are livin' | |
| In that little buckaroo | |
| Cowboys often end up daddies | |
| You know I' m really glad, they do | |
| And he wants to be a cowboy | |
| Just the way his daddy did | |
| When he' s on his broomstick pony | |
| He' s Hoppy, Roy and the Sisco Kid | |
| And he wants to be a cowboy | |
| Just the way his daddy did |